(Prodeje)

Go on, remember that shit you was kickin off

Peace to my motherfuckin nine



(Spice-1)

Yeah I remember that old shit



(Prodeje)

So are you gonna kick some of that shit on your new album or what?



(Spice-1)

Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit

But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half



(Prodeje)

Man don't you know the Nina is the shit?



(Spice-1)

Motherfucker, one E-C-I-P-S is like a murderer

P-E-A-C-E to my motherfuckin nine servin ya

Cause I don't give a fuck who you are

Want an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star, nigga

I'm makin the murda shit to kick you in your ass a bit

380 puckin up on that ass come and test me bitch

You don't know who the fuck you're steppin to my nigga row

I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'

My chrome is shining like new money and it's kinda funny

I keep one bullet up in the chamber (????) sunny

Five and a piggy dumb, dumb bullets to his hollow tip

Thinkin 187 proof nigga come take a sip

I'm sick, as fuck I'll do a drive-by in a black hearse

And leave yo in the street for homicide I think 380 burst

187 on an undercover P-I-G

They better duck when they see the chrome 3-AD

I'm thin as see I'm suicidal I don't give a fuck

So if my face wrinkle up everybody duck

I rush a nigga bust a bigger hole in his ass

Cause hollow tip will fight a booty hoe when I blast

The bullet fucked ya when I bucked ya it was instant death

187,000 g motherfucker rest

The nigga tried to flip and unload the clip, I did the gangsta shit



(Chorus: Spice-1)

380 on that ass bitch

B-Blast at 380 (everybody duck)

Niggas look crazy

B-Blast at 3